It should always be sobering when someone’s life ends

Whether it’s  from old age, or something a little less natural, or at the hands of someone a little more human

Whether you know their name and whether they know yours

The truth that we seem to know, but never quite comprehend, is that as of right now we are all an ‘is’

But quite literally, in an instant we will all become a ‘was’

Maybe a lot of people will remember what our ‘is’ was

And we hope that there will only be sincerity in joy in reactions to what our ‘was’ is

In life, who we were is very rarely identical to who we are

But there comes a point when there is no longer development to who we are

When all there is of you and me is who we were

This ‘are’ will inevitably become a ‘were’

No matter how much planning and dreaming and preparing we do, it will all become past tense

Just as I will be… just as you will be

I don’t want to become a ‘was’ that was never worth being an ‘is’

The only way to understand that is to grasp and take responsibility for who I am